Happy Easter, Mr. Trump

Monday, March 30

(That’s a tip of the hat to the grim Japanese WWII film, “Merry Christmas, Mr. Lawrence” starring two legendary musicians, David Bowie and Ryuichi Sakamoto)

Just days after suggesting we could all go to church together on Easter Sunday - a cruel temptation that even Christ might have considered - the President extended his direction to stay indoors, from two weeks to six. Those of us who don’t normally listen to his babbling were not surprised; we’ve been looking at the facts instead, and at the charts provided by the New York Times and sourced by Johns Hopkins. There is no way to forecast when we will be out of this mess but it’s easy to see that the two coasts will probably be in it until Summer. I’m guessing the middle parts of America - the so-called “Red States” - should be a few months behind. Not to poiticise things, but that could have an effect on the elections.

In the evening we participated in a Zoom yoga class taught by our instructor, Alex Baker. We really enjoyed it but found it slightly distracting because Fran’s phone kept going off and some of the poses we were not familar with but there was nobody to look at for guidance (Alex was not always in the picture). And some of the other students had left their mic’s on which became obvious when their children walked into the room “mamee what are you doing?”